Last Dreams
One day, she likes to fly, she said
One day, she will die, she said
She wants to relive the day we met
She doesn't want to see the tears I shed
no, she does not regret
The things she could have had
Although she's a little bit sad
About the unfulfilled dreams in her head
These were her last words, then she was dead.
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